SHALL I compare thee to a Summer's day? br Thou art more lovely and more temperate: br Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, br And Summer's lease hath all too short a date: br Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, br And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; br And every fair from fair sometime declines, br By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd: br But thy eternal Summer shall not fade br Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; br Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade, br When in eternal lines to time thou growest: br    So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, br    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.